Although it's been given away, it's hard to say what the fate of the egg will be.
Su Luo also knew that whatever the system offered would not be ordinary, but the novelty of raising a pet had long since worn off.
There was a time when he had even achieved the "Master of Beasts" title for raising pets, aspiring to be a Pokémon master and commanding them in battles.
Now, however, he had no interest in caring for pets. It took a lot of effort for a pet to fight wholeheartedly for its master.
But now that the egg was given to Nangong Xiyun, its fate was uncertain. Surely it wouldn't just gather dust, right?
It seemed possible. Nangong Xiyun had no shortage of treasures, so why he wanted it was anyone's guess. Maybe he just felt like it.
Perhaps in time, he would forget about it, and the egg would fail to hatch.
Who knew? It didn't matter. It had nothing to do with me anymore.
Su Luo didn't think much of it and began preparing himself, as it was nearly his turn to appear.
Nangong Xiyun held the egg up to the sunlight, examining it, but couldn't see anything special.
"I didn't think you'd accept gifts from your juniors, Nangong Xiyun. Have you finally gone mad?"
The speaker was Huang Yanqian, a sect elder of the Cloud Mist Sect and a contemporary of Nangong Xiyun. She had reached the Nascent Soul stage, which was quite impressive, but she had always lived under Nangong Xiyun's shadow. Naturally, she relished the idea of Nangong Xiyun's misfortune.
"What's the problem?"
Nangong Xiyun showed no sign of anger, as he was accustomed to such petty envy from mortals.
"The problem is huge. This egg of yours, could it be a plain old chicken egg?" Huang Yanqian laughed without restraint.
"Don't worry, I can hatch even a chicken egg."
"Oh, so you're so confident? What's your basis? I've never seen such an egg before."
"No basis. I just feel like hatching it."
"Fine, you're Nangong Xiyun. You can do whatever you want. But can I assume that disciple Su Luo is special? Otherwise, why would you accept his gift?"
Nangong Xiyun didn't answer, continuing to study the egg, considering how to hatch it.
Huang Yanqian wasn't about to let Nangong Xiyun off the hook. Besides, she had come with a purpose, so she continued speaking.
"See that person over there, Yao Hanmei? She's my disciple. I hear your disciple is participating too. Tell me, whose disciple is more formidable?"
Knowing she could never surpass Nangong Xiyun in her lifetime, Huang Yanqian, upon hearing that Nangong Xiyun had also taken on a disciple, saw an opportunity: if her disciple won, it would be a victory for her.
"My disciple doesn't need my worry."
Nangong Xiyun had read the diary and had to admit, Lin Xuan was promising.
Moreover, this part of the storyline was going well, with no particular events needing intervention.
"Still as confident as ever. Let's see how it plays out then."
Huang Yanqian also had confidence in her disciple, having already reached the Golden Core stage. Was she going to lose to a disciple still at the Foundation Establishment stage? There weren't so many Nangong Xiyuns in the world.
Coincidentally, it was now Yao Hanmei's turn, and her opponent was none other than Su Luo.
Little Yu said, "Go for it!"
"Guess how many matches I'll win?"
With that smile and tone, Little Yu sensed something was up.
"You'll lose this one?"
"Haha, you bet."
"Oh, won't that be a shame."
This exchange meeting was more significant than previous sect grand tournaments, so Little Yu wanted to experience more with Su Luo.
"Don't worry. I'll stick with you till the end. I won't go back and rest until you lose."
"Alright, I'll do my best."
Su Luo stepped onto the arena, aware that losing his first match was normal. This round wasn't about him anyway.
"Su Luo, please be merciful later, okay?" Yao Hanmei struck a charming pose.
She had investigated Su Luo and knew his capabilities, confident in her victory. The cute gesture was just routine.
Su Luo almost wanted to retort, "Stop pretending. You're worthy of love too."
But he held back, deciding to respect the game.
Ding Guanghua watched Su Luo with anticipation. He hadn't done any reconnaissance and wanted to experience everything firsthand, maintaining a sense of surprise.
Battling opponents from other sects felt like opening mystery boxes, brimming with thrills—exactly the kind of fight he wanted.
"Oh, looks like you're up against my disciple now. Tell me, that Su Luo who just gave you the egg, when will he be defeated?" Huang Yanqian taunted.
"No need to guess. One move and he's done." Nangong Xiyun replied.
And indeed, without further discussion, Su Luo was defeated in one move.
He exited the arena at lightning speed, sporting an enigmatic smirk.
The crowd booed.
Ding Guanghua was baffled. The heck? Su Luo was out already?
Who even said he was the strongest!
Huang Yanqian couldn't help but mock, "Too weak."
"So you think he's special?"
"Special my foot."
Nangong Xiyun's lips curled slightly. That's why you'll never understand.
And with that, it was Little Yu's turn next.
Su Luo cheered, "Go for it!"
Little Yu nodded and stepped up.
Seeing the sect leader's disciple take the stage, the Seven Stars Sword Sect members recalled the previous time Little Yu had conceded defeat.
Combined with Su Luo's "shining" performance in the last match, the burden on everyone was heavy.
Little Yu's opponent was a late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple from the Yuexing Sect.
The Seven Stars Sword Sect immediately cheered for Little Yu, hoping to redeem their reputation after the last match.
Moreover, the sect leader's disciple was trustworthy, having once reached the top of the Pure Martial Pagoda.
Little Yu didn't disappoint, executing a flawless Seven Stars Unity technique, securing victory in an overclocking challenge with a clean and decisive stroke.
Unfortunately, she had shorter training time. Otherwise, she would surely have stood out in this exchange meeting.
Little Yu's cultivation level was only at the middle Foundation Establishment stage, bringing her here mostly as an observer.
But after this match, no one dared to underestimate her middle Foundation Establishment stage.
"It feels like your Seven Stars Sword Sect is on the rise again," Huang Yanqian frowned.
"Be confident. Your feelings are accurate."
Huang Yanqian: ......
Alright, no more small talk then. Huang Yanqian immediately ordered her disciples, "When encountering the Seven Stars Sword Sect, fight with your lives!"
Li Siyi then defeated a fellow Cloud Mist Sect disciple with a skillful attack.
It was apparent that yet another promising talent was emerging, albeit hindered by her current cultivation level. Huang Yanqian's expression darkened.
Thankfully, the exchange meeting was held this year. In a few years, the Seven Stars Sword Sect might dominate alone.
Other sects harbored similar thoughts.
But that was all in the future. Currently, their advantages still greatly surpassed others.
Ding Guanghua suddenly knocked out his opponent with a single punch, showcasing his strength.
At the same time, other disciples from the Tianguang Sect began to display their power, far exceeding that of other sects.
The Yuexing Sect, when faced with the Seven Stars Sword Sect, deliberately dragged out the match time to painfully thrash their opponents.
Although the Cloud Mist Sect consisted entirely of female disciples, their attacks weren't weak either, with more wins than losses.
In a flash, the entire exchange meeting turned into a stage for these four sects to showcase their prowess.
Other sects, though also possessing promising disciples, paled in comparison.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
